Last night I was happy to send off the second draft of a sci-fi script I did under a nondisclosure last year that's bubbling back to the surface. To celebrate I took my wife and my Little Brother Harold to a good Mexican restaurant in my hometown of Muncie, Indiana. This local honky-tonk way on the other side of town is notorious for being the site of one of the great culinary mishaps that I am known for; the time I tried to chew through some Tamales without realizing you had to take off the corn husks until a horrified waitress rescued me.
This time I ordered the enchiladas.
My spirits were only slightly dampened by seeing my lead-footed Colts let another slip away.
My next project has to be building those cornhole boards for my kids like I promised.
Thinking about taking a peek at this.
Here's what my pal Christopher Sharpe is up to.
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